Highschool Confidential
Written by: Leni Sosa; Permanence of Wings
“You can do this. You can do this. Just one more bloody day.”
“You know you’re talkin’ to yourself. Got a smoke?”
“No. I don’t smoke.”
“Right.”
“I don’t. And it’s rude to startle people like that.”
“I was here…not my bad you didn’t see me. So why are you standin’ in the pit? You meetin’ someone here? I haven’t seen you around.”
“No, I am not meeting anyone in a filth-laden hole.”
“Then why are you…?”
“You ask too many questions.”
“Alright. It’s just really weird…you don’t smoke and you’re standing here talkin’ to yourself.”
“Is my presence particularly traumatic for you?”
“…Curious, I guess. It’s the last day of classes and smack in the middle of first period…and you’re standin’ outside like a freak. You’re like one of those kids that shows up and pulls out a semiautomatic and…”
“Just stop talking. I just needed air.”
“Right. Air…in the pit. Alright, are you gonna tell me what it is you’re waiting to happen?”
“What are YOU doing here? Shouldn’t you be in class?”
“Well, that’s easy. I’m waiting for someone that actually smokes to show up so I can bum a smoke…like a normal person. Your turn.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Pretend it does.”
“I hate this place.”
“Who doesn’t.”
“It’s just dreadful. Rude kids, uncivil teachers.”
“Well, after today we’re done. We get to screw off for two months.”
“…Before I have to start all over again.”
“You’re a real downer, you know that? Alright, so it sucks…school really bites. That doesn’t explain why…”
“It’s like a marathon for me…where you hit a wall…and the last few miles are brutal. Know what I mean? Of course you don’t.”
“Are you bullied or somethin’? Because you sound really…”
“Panicked.”
“I was gonna say anxious, but yeah.”
“Who isn’t? At some point we all get chewed up and spat out by the world…some just fake it better.”
“Jeez, who bullied you? You know Jason Bartlett? That guy makes life hell for me.”
“I hate that kid.”
“Your turn.”
“Many students, teachers. The list is endless. So obnoxious, entitled. Enough…I better go in.”
“So…why do you chill in the pit?”
“No one from my class can see me from here.”
“Teacher a moron?”
“Absolutely. I’m the teacher. I’ve left the T.A. alone. You’re late. Get your behind to class…and kid…keep your trap shut.”
